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Melissa and I went garage saling last weekend. We got up early, scoped out the classifieds online, mapped our route, and set out to see what amazing finds could be had. A few of the sales were busts. The variety of crap that people drag out of their homes onto their driveways is always astounding, but we did hit upon a few stops there were worth our time.

One of them was an estate sale in Maitland. Two brothers (one of whom reminded me of Desmond from Lost) had taken on the responsibility of selling off all the possessions of their recently deceased parents. The neatest thing we saw there was the giant, round kitchen table. It must have seated ten people easily, and it had a large Lazy Susan to facilitate the passing of food across such a large surface area. Melissa fell in love with the house, though, and we actually ended up going back later to find out how much they would be asking once it goes on the market. We didn’t get a very straight answer. They also seemed to want to milk the situation for all the money it was worth.

Our last stop was a tiny little house just one street north of ours in College Park. An elderly blind man had lived there by himself for some time. The folks who were putting on the sale were raising money to send a kid to camp. They told us all about the man who had lived in that house: how he used to go for walks every day, how he always dressed up with a shirt and tie, how he had painted his house by feel alone, and how he went to church every Sunday up until the month before he got sick. He sounded like quite a man who never let his disability get in the way of the things he wanted to do. There was only one item there I really wanted. It was a set of skillets, but alas, I hesitated and someone else snatched them up.

It took along a camera and snapped a few photos at one our stops. It was a fun outing, but a little disappointing to come home empty handed. Hopefully we’ll have better luck next time.